I used to love the cooking and baking nice fresh cakes
Now I spend my time watching what my hubby makes
We bought a nice new cooker with a shiny black glass top
But when in on my own now it's a ready meal from the shop.
I used to make the nicest things we classed them as our treat
But now I sit right here in pain with my butt upon the seat
I used to carry proudly what I had made in both my hands
And now these days I struggle just lifting up the pans.
And while I like to agree my hubby cooks so nice
When I try I burn myself so then I pay the price
My pride and joy was my oven at that time I would spend
But nowadays I have to say it takes all my time to bend.
So now I have the microwave I used it once whoop whoop
But when I cooked the other day I blew up the ruddy soup
What a mess and sad to say I really got it wrong
I think hitting the wrong time I cooked it far too long.
Veggies splattered everywhere on each and every wall
And as I try to clean it up the veg it starts to fall
So out comes hubby, daughter, and my doggie lags behind
They roll their eyes and laugh out loud at the mess they all find.
I do my best I really do but sometimes it aint right
And they are trying to help me out, trying as they might
I now I feel so useless as try to be the loving wife
And everytime I try to cook I,m playing with my life.
Just the other day I was left in charge of frozen chips
As I bent to put them in they fell from my finger tips
As simple thing I was asked to do while hubby fixed the light
He came to see what I had done and saw a sorry sight.
Frozen chips upon the floor, looked like a mountain top
And that was the last of them so he set off to the shop
He told me I should back off he'd see to it himself
So here was Lin alone again sat on the Fibro shelf.
So when it's time for cooking I wonder what to do
Should I offer up my help or leave it all to you
Hubby says it pizza, hmm the last I did was burnt
So as it goes for timers he says I haven't really learnt.
I sit here feeling helpless while hubby does my work
He says I should see it as a break, maybe a fibro quirk
So now I ask the question, to cook....or not to cook
And I decide to have that break and not even take a look.